In the Long Run

I had three blog titles and ideas floating around in my head in the shower this morning. As I sighed and wondered when I would fit composing today’s blog into my schedule, I again experienced a feeling I’ve had lately. A feeling of stress and overextension. A feeling that my blog has become an o“blog”ation, rather than recreation.

When did this happen? When did writing become another item on my lengthy “To Do” list instead of a creative escape from it? What used to bring a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment now often seems to be a forced habit requiring much effort and discipline. I feel sad about that.

So today I won’t be writing “Back Off Gustav”, a piece about nature’s ability to turn us into hapless victims with warning, but no recourse, or “A Pain in the Butt”, a lament about my self-diagnosed case of piriformis syndrome, or “Pale in Comparison”, my thoughts on McCain’s choice of Sarah Palin as the Republican vice-presidential candidate.

Instead, I write about not writing, which, in the long run, may be as insightful as any of the other subjects.

Posted by Cyppy at 4:07 PM